What poems are written for children in Wenchuan earthquake-stricken areas?

Children, hold your mother's hand. The road to heaven is too dark. Mom is afraid that you will touch your head. Hold mom's hand quickly and let her stay with you. Mother is afraid that the road to heaven is too dark. I can't see your hands. Since the collapsed wall took away the sunshine, I can't see your gentle eyes anymore. Go ahead, son. There is no sorrow ahead. There are no textbooks you can't finish reading and dad's fists. You must remember what my father and I look like. Get up and go, mom. Don't worry about the way to heaven. There are many classmates and friends. We said we wouldn't cry. Everyone's mother is our mother. Every child is a mother's child. You can give love to living children without me. Mom, don't cry. Tears can't light our way. Let's walk slowly by ourselves. Mom, I will remember the appearance of you and dad, and I will remember the agreement that we will go together in the next life (Muse, a poem dedicated to compatriots in Wenchuan earthquake-stricken areas in Sichuan). We are with you, dear ones, don't be afraid of us being with you. You are making our hearts bleed. You are hurting our hearts and our loved ones. Don't cry. We are with you, we have no relatives, and you are not alone. Do not give up. We support you. The Prime Minister is coming. The generals are here. Here comes the people's army. Medical staff are coming, too. Be strong. We support you. Your existence is the whole meaning of our rescue. As long as you are here, we will rebuild a better home. Where is your dream? Thinking about life, the sky is losing its beauty, and you are waiting to stand up tomorrow. No matter where you are, I want to find your blood and work miracles. Your crying is engraved in my blood. I will wait for you for a few seconds. I believe life is endless. I can't see you, but I am worried about you. No matter where you are, I will find that your blood can work miracles. Raise your hands to build a city. The road to your home is inseparable. The whole world is silent and painful. Love is your legend. The rainbow rose after the storm. No matter where you are, I will find your blood and work miracles. Your glimmer of hope is all my motivation-Wang Mingjiu Dear person, don't be afraid, we are with you. You are making our hearts bleed. You hurt our hearts and dear people. Don't cry. We are with you, we have no relatives, and you are not alone. The whole country is worried about your dear people. Don't give up, we are with you. The prime minister came, the people's soldiers came, and the medical staff came. Honey, be strong. We support you. Your existence is the whole meaning of our rescue. As long as you are here, we will rebuild a better home. On the cross of poetry, beautiful smile and love, the story of time >:>: 165438+20051October 26th, Jiujiang earthquake, I got up very early. I was typing on the computer when I suddenly found that the computer was shaking and the house was shaking. I couldn't sit still, so I turned off the power until the house stopped shaking. I opened the window and looked at the crowds pouring out at the gates of the square downstairs. I guess there was a small earthquake. There is no need to panic and encounter an earthquake. I'm not afraid. The most prominent feeling at that moment was that I didn't want to leave this world. The house where I live is shaking because I don't want to die yet. I don't want to live. I don't want to die. I'm not afraid of death. I believe in III cause and effect, and God's will cannot be violated. The most direct causal relationship exists in front of us, and the deepest causal relationship exists in the sky or underground that we can't see. I believe that there is a limit to disasters. The life flow on this land under my feet has experienced too many disasters. This time, it should have stopped more than ten days after the earthquake. There have been more than 700 aftershocks, none of which are very large. It is said that all the earthquakes that should have ended in six provinces have aftershocks. I'm really worried now. I'm really having a hard time now. Today, a group of us get together and express our feelings about "me and the earthquake" with poems. I'm not really a poet. I write poetry. I call myself a poet now, but I have no money for disaster relief. I can't stop the possible aftershocks. I can't even predict whether I can survive the earthquake like this in the next round. I am not afraid, not because I ignore the disaster that has happened, but because I am just a poet and scholar who is nothing. I can only use words to support my belief that the earth will not collapse. I repeat in the name of poetry: I am not afraid of earthquakes, but I still want to live and continue to pray for life in my land with my words.